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At some point, they stopped.Alex nearly continued walking, clutching Skye to her chest, carefully placing one foot in front of the other as to not jostle her too much. Skye remained still and silent; Her skin was paler than paper and she felt much heavier than expected. She was a complete dead weight.
Alex cringed as Christopher Joeseph motioned for them to sit down on a nearby stone.
The crude man began to inspect Alex and Skye, running his bony and slender fingers over their arms and legs, and finally their faces. He nodded and grunted occasionally.
"The tall one is strong. We can force her to join the cult. She will be useful."
Christopher grinned, his sharp and strangely white teeth glistening eerily in the sun.
Skye began to stir.
"The blonde, however, is frail and weak. She will not be of any purpose."
"The only weak one here is you."
Skye shot Christopher a glare that could melt steel. Using all of the strength she had left in her, she spoke in a bitter tone.
"Christopher Joeseph, a man of many tricks. He is cruel for a reason."
Alex's eyes widened as she fruitlessly attempted to make Skye be quiet.
"He knows that nobody loves him. That his only friends are the innocent souls who he's absolutely terrorized into following his lead."
The taller woman grinned her teeth in anger. This was another thing she remembered about Skye.
She didn't know how to shut her damn mouth.
"He knows that nobody loves him."
The lead assassin gazed upon Skye's near motionless figure.
"And nobody could love him, no matter how hard they tried. Because he's a wretched, deviant swine who's only purpose is to make people miserable."
Then, as if all of her fire had been drained, her head fell to the side, motionless.
Christopher was silent, then suddenly whispered.
"...Take her life."
Without any mercy or questioning, six inches of steel were shoved deep within Skye's chest.
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